Page 68 of Rocky Mountain Devil

“Can’t steal something he keeps giving away,” she pointed out, elbowing past him with an oversized box balanced precariously in her arms.

That was true. Trevor left the keys in his truck as if he were begging someone to steal it.Borrow it—since this was his girlfriend with the goods and all.

“I’ll put in a good word for you when my cousin the RCMP officer shows up to arrest you.” He lowered the box he’d carried to the living room floor. “How’d you get this stuff here?”

She shrugged, pushing him back toward the door so they could grab the final two boxes. “I had the afternoon off, and you were busy. It didn’t seem like you were going to get to do this anytime soon, so I figured I’d help.”

Which meant she’d been over at the homestead without him. It seemed kind of stupid to be scolding her after the fact, but he really didn’t like her going there.

She must have read his face. “Hey, it was okay. I barely even saw your parents.”

Shit. “My dad didn’t say anything to you, did he?”

Tension spiraled upward as he waited for her response.

She was far too relaxed about the whole thing. In fact, she seemed determined to not answer his question. “I grabbed the boxes, and got a great leg workout in at the same time. Those stairs are brutal.”

He followed her down the hall into the master bedroom where she put the last box beside his bed.

Bed.

Which meant his furniture, as limited as it was, had also been moved. “I didn’t realize Trevor’s truck was good at lifting.”

A bright grin broke free. “You can thank Jeff for your furniture being here.”

What the hell?

She didn’t make him wait for an explanation. “While he was in town candidating, he mentioned to my dad the ‘willing hands’ list he’d come up with at college. They popped up a new bulletin board at Jeff’s suggestion. I posted a couple of days ago that I’d need help for about half an hour at some point. A couple of the youth came out. It only took twenty minutes, and I gave them movie passes as a thank-you, so they were happy.”

“You’ve had this planned for a while,” he said with a smile.

“You’ve been working like crazy. I know you’ll be happier out of the yard, so, yeah.” She shrugged. “It’s just a little thing.”

“Means a lot to me. Thanks.” He caught her under the chin and gave her a kiss.

He meant it to be short and sweet, but the instant they made contact his plans went out the window.

He’d been busy, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t thought about her almost constantly. Driving a tractor required only so much concentration. The rest of it he’d spent thinking back to touching her. The sounds she made as he caressed her skin.

How she tasted…

Addictive. That’s how she tasted. He wrapped a hand around her, palm to her lower back. He pressed their bodies together and dipped in for another sip. Teasing his tongue over her lips until she opened to him.

Any moment he could get called back to the fields, but until then he had no deadlines. Nothing dire waving at him, or clanging, or demanding his attention.

Nothing but her. And he had every intention of giving in to sweet temptation for as long as he had.

Laurel didn’t seem to mind. She crowded against him, slipping her thumbs into the belt loops at his side, her fingers draped over his butt. She held on tight as if afraid he would vanish.

Not a chance. Not goinganywhere.

He tilted her head sharper so he could get at her lips, stroking their tongues together, heating them up. His cock lay trapped behind the thick material of his jeans, yet he felt the softness of her belly where he pressed against her.

Kissing was hot, but far less desperate than their previous encounters. Mostly because he knew they couldn’t take this past a certain point—not with him taking off at a moment’s notice.

It gave them the freedom to savour each other.

Laurel tightened her grip on his belt loops, using them to tug him as if to get his attention. He reluctantly broke the lock between their lips, smiling down at her, his breathing unsteady.